An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
23 November 2015
Popped in on Ynysyfro in the hope that a roaming Whooper Swan (or seven) had dropped in,... they hadn't. Also fed the ducks at Fourteen Locks, Newport's premier venue for random combinations of polluted Mallard DNA.